September 15, 2024 | fucked up modern love essays
Number 10 for Her
Adam Berlin
I taste cigarette in her mouth.
I taste cigarette in her mouth.
“How do you say, I am the wolf.”
“Je suis le loup. Tu es mon loup. You are my wolf.”
“Je suis le loup,” I say.
I get in bed, move my mouth over her nipple.
“Do you mind if I moan?” she says.